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[h2]WillowClan Camp [/h2]

[i]interacting with: [@PrankFox]’s Duskwing, mentions of Fernstar, Blackpelt and Stonefall as well as the rogues [@savannahssu] in case you want to do anything with that ;) [/i]
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Frogkit hadn’t been in the nursery when the rogues arrived in camp and the Clan deputy had sent them into the den, and perhaps that was for the best, there was no telling the questions she would have bugged them with. Who are you? Where’d you come from? Why do you smell so stinky? To name but a few. In fact, the small kit had spotted Blackpelt and Fernstar leaving camp earlier and taken that as a prime opportunity to sneak into the medicine cat’s den and explore. 

The tom never let her look in his den, it wasn’t fair! There was no need to be so darn mean, he acted like she was going to eat all his herbs, but all Frogkit wanted to do was look around, honest! But with the medicine cat gone, the little tortie-and-cream kit was easily able to slip past the unsuspecting eyes of her older Clanmates, all preoccupied with some sort of important “grown up warriors” thing that Frogkit didn’t really care about, and wiggle her way into the den.
Using her nose, she followed the strong smell of herby-ness towards the herb store, her eyes shining brightly as she began running from one crevice to the next to investigate its contents. 

Thankfully, Blackpelt had kept all the dangerous herbs high up where a little kit like her couldn’t reach - though she tried, and after a few jumps, which ended in her falling back to the ground on her bottom with a bump and an annoyed huff of air. The she-kit’s tail lashed and she instead found the cobwebs. She’d never touched those before...they looked interesting. So, she stretched forward to push her nose into the silky strands, only to pull a face and jump back, her tiny tail shooting straight up and her fur poofing out with a squeal. [b][color=548F66]“Ewwww, it’s slimy!!”[/color][/b] she squeaked out to no one in particular, she was the only one in the den after all, but that wouldn’t stop Frogkit from announcing her displeasure. She shook herself out crossly, sneezing several times from the small amount of cobwebs that had stuck to her nose and only succeeding in dislodging one clump, the other still hung there fluttering in the breeze as she got distracted by the next most interesting thing. 

Some sort of bug, she didn’t know its name, but it was brown, and quite big, and it waddled really funny, skittered across the path of her paws and the tortie-and-cream kit was soon skittering after it. As she came out of the den, she noted the rest of the Clan all seemed to be gathered in quite a big group and she suddenly noticed the raised voices as Blackpelt and Fernstar had clearly returned. Raising her little nose to sniff more, she made another “icky” face as she caught the scent of strange cats, and...something very, very smelly that they’d apparently rolled in. Gross!

Frogkit looked across to see Spidernose trotting away to join Sunfur and Stormheart, and though she’d started towards her big sister she was dismayed to find them heading for the camp entrance. [b][color=548F66]“Noooo, Spidernose waittt don’t leave! Spidernoseee!”[/color][/b] she whined, but it was too late and the warrior was out of earshot, her tail disappearing through the entryway before Frogkit could get to her. [b][color=548F66]“Spiderrr, where you goin’, why’s the nursery so stinky! I gotta sleep in there!”[/color][/b] the kit sighed dramatically and flopped down onto her bottom in the middle of camp, her stubby ears pricking up as she managed to catch just a few words exchanged by the leader and deputy. 

What was a rogue? Was that what smelled so horrible? She spotted Duskwing across the camp, heading for the warrior’s den, and bounced across towards the older she-cat to ask her. [b][color=458F66]“Duskwinggg, there’s somethin’ icky in the nursery! It smells funny and I live there, that’s not nice! Why’s it smell, what’s everybody so excited about an’ an’ what’s a rogue?!”[/color][/b] she blurted out every question on her mind all at once, the little piece of cobweb from the medicine den still hanging off her tiny black nose.